Morana's Point Of View
I gasped, still not believing it. "What are you doing here?" I whispered, blinking up at him as my mind scrambled to process what just happened.
His jaw ticked. "Saving you," he growled, his voice low, guttural, laced with restrained rage. "Though clearly, I came a second too late."
I could barely breathe, the feel of his chest pressed against mine, his scent, spice and storm clouding every thought in my head. The heat radiating from his body was maddening. Familiar. Addictive.
"You... You shouldn't be here," I said breathlessly, trying to compose myself, but my voice betrayed me.
"I told you not to miss me too much," he murmured, one brow raising, but there was no humor in his voice. Only fire. "Seems like the universe missed me for you."
He set me on my feet gently, his touch lingering longer than necessary, one hand sliding down my arm in a slow, possessive caress that made my skin erupt in goosebumps.
